“Oh, to-day is Sunday!” cried Sweetest Susan.
“Why, of course it is Sunday,” said Buster John. “What of it? Is it any harm to walk through an old peach orchard hunting for a pony?”
A RABBIT JUMPED UP AT THEIR FEET
“No-o-o,” replied Sweetest Susan, hesitatingly.
“What is the matter, then?”
“Nothing. I had forgotten it was Sunday, and just happened to think about it,” Sweetest Susan replied demurely.
Going forward and looking about the orchard, the children soon saw the Gray Pony grazing in a fence corner at the further side. As they went toward him, the Gray Pony saw them and began to move away, backing his ears and showing signs of irritation.
“Leave me alone,” said the Pony. “I don’t want to run through these briars and scratch myself. Go away. I don’t want to see you.”